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Post by Jordan Ainsworth on Jun 20, 2008 11:43:33 GMT -5
When I get the chance, to expose the truth I'm gonna make my move, I'm gonna make my move. Everything seemed so easy and free today. The whole scenery of the backyard was very calming, the view of the running water of the Roanoke River very apparent and clear from the backyard patio of the Ainsworth home. The sunny day was pleasing to Jordan, it merited some sort of relaxation that he was surprised to find himself needing desperately even with the start of his last year of high school in progress since a few days ago. Already he was tense - it was clear to it that he was bothered by something lately, and everyone had noticed it. Standing at the wood side railing of the patio, the boy's long lanky figure just leaned against it with his elbows resting against the smoothed and chestnut-colored furnished surface. His hazel eyes reflected the sun and the view before him, the rays shining on his dark hair as his fingers moved absentmindedly either against the wood or the skin of his own arm.
He turned his head around briefly, eyes now shifting to the person situated in a deck chair underneath the shade of the large umbrella at the rounded outdoor table. Amidst all his friends, Aiden was really the only other really close friend he had, as well as the only guy that he frequently talked to and actually made connections with him - so basically, he was his best friend. And with all the girls around in the school and just existing in his life in general, he valued Aiden's advice and friendship a lot more than other's - guys had to have their talks, too. He had invited him over to his house for random chatter and dinner, but more of just to catch up, since he felt like he was drifting from everyone and especially him. Plus, he wanted to talk about MJ, because Aiden was the only person who would really understand the whole situation anyway.
Rubbing the back of his neck habitually as he leaned backwards against the railing, Jordan blinked at Aiden and was about to say something when the glass doors from the kitchen opened and Charlotte Ainsworth stepped outside. "Sorry if I'm interrupting, but I thought you two would like to drink this, it's been chilling in the fridge since last week," she said cheerfully, laying down two champagne flutes and a bottle of Martinelli's sparkling cider that she had just opened with a bottle opener. Jordan smirked at his mother as he stood up straight and walked over to the table, standing in front of it and taking the bottle from his mom's grasp. "Thanks Mom, I've got it. Leave it to you to make us look like underage drunkards..." he said, pouring the drink into the flutes as she clicked her tongue and responded in amusement. "It's out of love, dear. Hello, Aiden - it's good to see you again!" she said, rubbing Aiden's shoulder and giving him a cheek-to-cheek kiss as she proceeded back to the door. "Dinner will be ready in about a half an hour!"
Jordan's smirk didn't fade as he watched his mother go back into the house before he himself sat down in the chair opposite Aiden. "She's nuts," he said, reaching for one of the stems of the flutes and holding it in his hand, observing the bubbles rising in the golden colored liquid. "She has missed seeing you around though, and I'm glad you came. It's real nice out." Raising it to his lips, he gestured for Aiden to take the other glass before he also took a sip, the bubbles falling down his throat as he tasted the crispness of the cold apple drink. Looking back to Aiden, a soft and tired smile replaced the glass' rim on his lips a moment thereafter, and he set down the champagne flute delicately against the table. "So...what's been up lately?" He wouldn't really inquire anything else for now, they needed a quiet transition into in-depth conversation - after all, that's what both of their natures were anyway, and he figured in time he himself would be able to say what he had been thinking all week.
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Post by Aiden Correll on Jun 20, 2008 14:13:19 GMT -5
The Secrets Lie
Lye Behind Enemy Lines
Summer may have not been that long ago, but in all honesty, this had to be one of the most glorious days Aiden had seen in a long time. The weather was perfectly how he liked it; not hot, and not too cool. There was barely a strong wind, except for the slight breeze that trickled against your skin, ruffing your hair ever so slightly. Even though the sun was shining bright, which he preferred to be a bit dimmer than anything, nothing could rain on his parade. After all, he was with his best friend after awhile of strange ignorance. A lot of people seemed to be disappearing out of thin air these days... It was strange. Yet he didn't really want to linger on those thoughts any longer. Everything was slowly going back in order, kind of like it used to be, but... different. Maybe nothing really made sense, but it happened. Aiden was just trying to get the facts together still...
Never could that boy frown at the Ainsworth's place. Aiden always felt at home there, maybe too much at home than he should. Just the certain vibe it gave off made him smile, just to know that there were families out there that may actually be happy. Now a days, you can almost find anything wrong with a group of people joined by blood. Take MJ, for example. Her mother died and her father despises her so much, he takes the liberty to beat her whenever he can. With his own family, which definitely isn't as bad as most screwed up homes, his folks preferred his twin, Alice, over him. She was miss perfect, and he was the future screw up. How Jordan's mother could treat Aiden made him think he actually was born an Ainsworth instead of a Correll. In all truth, he wished it was more that way. Yet as long as he was treated the way they had been towards him thus far, he'd be happy.
He really was glad to have met Jordan... If he never befriended him, he'd be stuck with only friends that were girls. Maybe that wasn't necessarily bad, but it's nice to have a guy around that can understand you. It was cool Jordan felt the same way. They were the two pieces of hay in a field of pink needles, after all. Why wouldn't they stick together? On the topic of friends, Aiden was the only one that really knew about how Jordan felt about Misery... and vise versa. God, it was grand that they couldn't see how one felt about the other. How they felt stupid for liking one of their best friends. Course, it could get easily tense from it. There were too many times to count that Aiden wanted to finally burst both of their air bubbles and let them know how one felt about the other. Yet Aiden wasn't the type to tell secrets. Once thrusted into secrecy, he'd be a locked box. That could definitely get him into trouble... alot. But he didn't want their trust on him wasted.
Suddenly, the glass door was pushed open, making Aiden's eyes jump towards the wall. His smile returned when the face of Jordan's mother came through, a bottle of some auburn liquid in her hands. How she fussed over people was endearing. As she came towards him, which didn't surprise him a bit, he replied, "Hey Mrs. Ainsworth. Nice to see you, too," and turned his cheeks slightly as she kissed his cheeks, like always. He always felt a little embarrassed at the thought that that's how some Europeans greeted each other, but never could do it back. Instead, he would just grin and let her kiss his cheeks on her own. The first time she did it, though, he merely froze... yet could you blame him? It took him by surprise! Yet it was her own habit, and it's not like you can simply take someone out of their comfort zone. If Aiden ever went to Europe, he doubted they'd force him to stop hand shaking or high-fiving people if it made them feel slightly uncomfortable.
Aiden laughed at Jordan's comment, nodding slightly with a shrug, "Maybe, but that's what makes her, her." At the gesture with the glasses, his flimsy hand reached out and grasped one of the flutes, letting the liquid twist around in there slightly. "I can't wait until your neighbors call the police to report minors committing under-age drinking occurring. You're right, this make us look like we're drunks. I guess our personalities really won't help us out to convince the cops we're not drunk, either." Once more, Aiden smirked, and finally let the cider drip down into his throat, cooling off any strain that may have once been there. Before he could try to even bring up the real reason why Aiden knew he was there for, Jordan shot a question at him. Well, maybe he could bring it into the open this way...
"Well you know about a little while ago, when we had that huge rainstorm?" Aiden asked, setting the glass down as he leaned casually back into his chair. One foot absentmindedly slipped out of one of his Vans halfway as he continued, "I met up with Mel out at the park. Her Dad got her... and she was in bad shape, dude. I mean, I wasn't sure what else to do but take her back to my house. She fainted on the way there... Then told me a few hours after being passed out on my bed about why she was gone. She got in touch with you, right? Did she tell you why she was gone?" He asked casually, but with a gentle touch in his voice. The guy had to know sooner or later... and after MJ had told him when she came to pick Mikey up that she finally got back in touch with Jordan, he knew that Jordan knew she was back. Poor guy was left in the dark from her for so long. Honestly, he deserved to know the truth. [/size][/blockquote]
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